PHILANI AMADEUS NYONI
AMBASSADOR/ BULAWAYO CONSUL- PHILANI AMADEUS NYONI-( is a Zimbabwean born wordsmith. He has written award-winning poetry for the page, the stage and the screen. He has also written articles and short stories for various publications, local and international
PHILANI AMADEUS NYONI
Embajador/BULAWAYO CONSUL-PHILANI AMADEUS NYONI-(es un WordSmith nacido en Zimbabwe. Ha escrito poesía galardonada para la página, el escenario y la pantalla. También ha escrito artículos e historias cortas para diversas publicaciones, locales e internacionales, Zambia, Malawi y Namibia.
ODE TO RICHARD
Mast of sovereignty,
Stand ye strong oh slither of carvens!
Who marched twixt earth and marsh so dainty,
And salty mine with trench of violet.
Crevice of garnet, smoothened
In the trembling of foe at the point of bayonet!
The flame-kempt grass yet know you wage,
Desert the edge you wedge in rage.
Over the dales, ringer of knells,
Trembling thunder, Thor's white surge:
Slay Theokoles, Bringer of Rain!
The poised Achilla, dog to heel,
Goard the gourd, ye god of Cain.
Lion of heart who knows no shield
Sworn to never yield,
Not for the second coming
Nor cloud's soft rumbling.
MY MUSE AND MY PRESIDENT
My muse is a rebel who can cock a gun,
My president is a barman serving cock-and-run.
Alliteration of staccato, bodies drop she loves it,
While the barman’s expertise makes one move feet.
She loves the deadly ejaculation; bang bang!
He conveniently took care of the last bird that sang…
She is an assassin who kills impotent bloody thirsts’ with a silver bullet.
Barman grins, ‘Wanna play roulette?’
Her soft touch on hard pipe is beyond surreal,
While his liquor is hard enough to kill.
Her hands are adroit with the keeper of life and death,
While his punch knocks like nothing on earth.
Slide back slide forward, that is a cock,
Today he is serving it on the rocks, no Coke.
Slide back slide forward, locked and loaded ready to shoot,
He takes sour grapes ferments them in cells into brutal fruit.
She aims the gun at herself, quick blow and drops splat,
He reads this, cocks, I run… not fast enough, my head blows apart…
CAVALIER THE BLACK
(On Oliver Mutukudzi)
Cobble conceived of clods:
Dust-cloud gauze-clogged Norton roads
Like Chingono spending
Small package of fevered fervour erupting minds
In cause of gods if song
Was yet condoned in damnation
Ache of crooning booming on husky edge
Walking soul of poesy
Ballerina lithe on six-tight ropes hops
To entrance, elopes with beer holder
Contorted, bound in chords,
Notes, cranking chants and nods of ecstasy.
Neria, Neria, it's treachery!
Yet let not your spirit rot
With Death swole proud.
What's given's culled
To Zion and scion, or wind and dune,
But not the tunes.